She might not forget that foreign word, or the absolute demand and panic slamming her through, for a very long time. He chooses other words, piecemeals ones together she will get, and she wants to punch someone for the constant inability to speak, but she can't. She already busy, saying, "Go! Go, go, go!"

There's a wave of her hands and she's coming hard toward him. Dread and confusion sliding into the place of the ride going on through her insides. Heart slamming up into the top of her throat and into her mouth, when she follows him. She's glad it's not too far. But it's still not helpfully anywhere right by the Inn. There are wet footprints on the path there, and she has to look to the other house. Has to know how much of what they are talking about.